Swell'd by the cataracts of tropic rains,
Long 'ere surcharg'd his turgid flood divides,
To burst on ocean in three thund'ring tides.
Thither high-seated in an iv'ry car,
Glittering with gold in many a shining star,
By alligators drawn in dread array,
Afric's sad Genius bends her awful way.
The spicy breezes throw their sweets around;
With pealing strains the high-arch'd woods resound:
The glowing nymphs surround the radiant pow'r,